Chapter 857: Chapter 387: Boys Are Also in Danger When Traveling Alone
Ye Qingzhou raised an eyebrow at Sofia: "Alliance?"
Sofia smiled and agreed, then waved her hand gracefully, scattering a vast moonlight. Beneath the luxurious moonlight, shadows intertwined on the ground of the Royal Court to form a strategic map.
It showed the locations of the thirteen holy coffins of the Edifis Religious State, as well as the secret bases of the Golden Council and the energy nodes of the Blood God Altar.
Sofia suddenly laughed softly: "Since we are going to slaughter gods..."
Her fingertip pointed to the sun totem on the east side of the map: "Why not bring in that old stubborn one?"
"The Sun God?"
Ye Qingzhou squinted: "That coward who doesn’t dare act even when his followers are being domesticated by the Blood Race?"
Sofia’s shadow suddenly transformed into the figure of the Emperor Slayer holding a sword: "But he resents the Blood God for taking half of his origin, and at the same time, he desires to become the next Emperor Slayer. This is a power we can leverage."
Their gazes met, and the divine power of chaos and dark moon collided in the void, sparking brilliant stars.
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Pharaoh’s Kingdom, Golden Sanctuary, Sun King’s Court
Blazing white radiance enveloped the magnificent Sun Divine Hall, and twelve gilded giant columns were carved with ancient holy war epics.
The Sun God Ra sat high upon the throne, his eyes beneath the golden mask burning with eternal sun flames.
"The time has come."
His voice echoed in the hall like scorching lava: "Blood Race is in turmoil, Night God revived, this is the best opportunity for me to reclaim the ’scepter’!"
Below, twelve High Priests knelt on one knee, surrounded by intense power of faith.
Behind them, one hundred thousand Holy Flame Knights stood solemnly, their armor engraved with sun runes, only waiting for the oracle to be issued to march north to Canaan and cleanse the Edifis Religious State in blood!
"Holy War!!"
Ra raised his scepter high, the sun totem on the dome of the hall suddenly lit up, endless radiance poured down, blessing every warrior.
"Begin!"
Yet at the moment when the Holy Flame Legion was about to set out—
Boom~~
The entire hall shook violently, the gilded columns shattered, and the blazing white radiance was forcibly cleaved by a gray sword beam!
"Who?!"
Ra suddenly stood up, the golden mask cracked, revealing a face that resembled the Emperor Slayer’s by seven tenths.
Through the dust, a figure walked slowly. His gray robe fluttered, eyes containing eternal night, and in his hand was the unparalleled divine weapon forged to decapitate the Night God back then.
"Sinful Blood Tuli Sword!"
The Sun God Ra trembled, in this world, the only one who can wield the ’Blood God’ is the Emperor Slayer.
"Ten thousand years have passed, and you’re still so foolish."
The Emperor Slayer’s voice was cold as ice: "Your cultivation is a mess, in gathering the way of the crowd, you’re not as good as the Yellow Emperor, in physique and might, not as good as the War Emperor; possessing the strongest source of pride, yet lacking the spirit to dominate the world, you truly disappoint me. That’s why I came to reclaim my power..."
Ra’s pupils contracted sharply, sun flames surged around him: "Emperor Slayer?! How dare you..."
Before the words were finished, the Emperor Slayer raised his sword and lightly pointed.
Splch~
The Sun God Ra, whose divine body was deemed indestructible, suddenly had a bloodstain split open on his chest, and a brilliant, golden power of origin was forcibly extracted!
"Ah!!!"
Ra let out a piercing scream, his prideful sun divine power melted like snow under that sword!
"Do you know why the Seven Phases place ’pride’ first?"
The Emperor Slayer observed him indifferently: "Because the essence of Martial Dao is ultimate selfdom, supreme arrogance."
He clenched his five fingers, and the golden origin completely detached from Ra’s body, transforming into a blazing ball of light, suspended in the Emperor Slayer’s palm.
"And you..."
The Emperor Slayer sneered.
"Lack even the confidence to ascend to the throne on your own, only daring to hide within your Divine Kingdom to live in ignominy, yet dare to wield ’pride’?"
As the Emperor Slayer pressed the ball of light into his own forehead, the entire Golden Sanctuary began to collapse!
Ra’s power rapidly diminished, his divine body cracked, sun flames dimmed, and he couldn’t even maintain the throne, heavily kneeling on the ground.
"No... this can’t be..."
He reached out trembling, attempting to grasp the dissipating origin, "I am the Sun God... I am..."
The Emperor Slayer looked down on him, as one looking at an ant.
"You’re merely the ’cowardice’ I cut away."
With that, he turned to leave, the gray robe billowing, and the entire Holy Flame Legion vanished silently. The twelve High Priests turned to ashes without even a scream.
At the same time, deep within the Blood Temple of the Canaan Holy Land, the sword pattern on the armrest of the Blood God’s Throne suddenly bloomed with dazzling seven-colored radiance.
"Victory! Our god shall soon return!"
Then the entire palace began to seep blood, those Blood Pearls in the air condensing into the scene of the Emperor Slayer forging the sword years ago.
This was in an era older than ancient, the "Primordial Era," in a strange magic world, when the Emperor Slayer once sought Nine Netherworld Profound Iron and Star River Refined Gold to forge the Godslaying Weapon.
This sword is inherently unruly, forged with the heart’s blood of the Chaos Beast Ancestor, and named "Sinful Blood Tuli."
On the day the sword was completed, the Sword Spirit devoured the planet’s tens of billions of sacrifices, ultimately forcibly taking form. When the Emperor Slayer arrived, he only saw a red-haired, golden-eyed youth standing amidst a sea of corpses laughing lightly: "Master, I understand the beauty of slaughter better than you."
This is an unparalleled divine weapon that will backfire on its master!
The Blood God’s strength is undeniable, but even in the Void Divine Dynasty where strong individuals are numerous, the only one who can command this sword is the martial arts fanatic Emperor Slayer.
Under the blood-colored sky, the Emperor Slayer’s gray robe brushed past the tallest spire of the Edifis Religious State.
The red-haired youth, embodiment of the Blood God, floated behind him, golden pupils surging with a monstrous blood wave.
"Master, do you not see?"
The Blood God traced the battle situation on the Crescent Fertile Soil with his fingertips, the figures of the Night God and Ye Qingzhou particularly clear in the blood mist: "The souls slayed under your sword those years are now bringing the newly-anointed Primordial Martial God, attempting to level this place."
